I think he was short of breath. I wasn’t sure, but he looked faint to me.“Mort, are you okay?” I said.“Yes, yes, just excited I guess. I need ...o get some air. Would it be all right if I got some air?” he said.“Sure, sure,” I said. Owen had joined me just as the man asked about getting a breath of air. The two of us walked him out on the semi-veranda that the little waiting room afforded.We sat him down on the only bench. He seemed to revive if that would have been the right word.“Sorry,” he. .. is out there."What is it?" Nev asks as I slow down and let go of her hand.I know that tickle."Saul." I whisper joyously."They are here." I say with breathless happiness. My Saul is home."They are home!" I yell back at the girls as they are leaving.Gwen jerks back and faces me. "Really?" Yes!" I yell over my shoulder.Overcome with joy, I don't wait around. I start running, Gwen catches up to me, in her ground eating stride and the two of us race toward the entrance. There, by the east gate,. We danced until almost 2am when the restaurant was closing. We were quite tired and went home to bed to sleep deeply. The next day we slept until 9am then fucked and showered. We fixed and ate a large breakfast and sat on the couch planning our day. Did I say planning? We spent the day naked and kissed, fondled, danced, sucked and fucked till we had to nap about 5pm. We showered and dressed then went out.Patricia knew of a private dance club, Meto's, where women wore and danced in brief. Beautiful and sweet, he nutured my needs, instead of making fun of them. I had began to steal and then wear my older sisters panties and even bras. The soft, feminine, somtimes silky material felt amazing against my skin and made me feel so wonderfully sexy. When he saw what I was wearing one day, he seemed to understand, he seemed to know what I needed. He moved towards me, making me instinctely lay back and gently straddled my chest. Soft and slow, he feed me his cock. At the same time,.